Yvonne's POV
I groaned. “I wish I could. I’ve been trying. I keep telling myself it is for the best, but it doesn’t feel like it. I can find nothing good about what happened.”
She shrugged a shoulder. “I don’t know. There’s the fact you aren’t under his thumb anymore. I mean that wasn’t cool.”
I smiled. “I didn’t mind it at all. Is that weird? I mean, I liked the way he dominated me. He didn’t push it too far. It was exciting to have a man be so, so—”
“Alpha oldie?” she offered.
I laughed. “I guess in a way he was very oldie. It was hot. I could see him bare-chested, pounding his fists and hollering. I was more than happy to let him drag me to his bedroom,” I said, my face heating as I thought about the way he dominated me in the bedroom.
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t want to know. Y
